Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Wasted Winter Breath

Eight years later and your deception still glows the same in the night.
Who do you think I am?
How deep does your ignorance run?
Blacklisted from the remainder of my existence.
Good luck climbing out of that quicksand.
All those songs you quote reveal just how lost you are.
The storms never stop, they just pause for a moment so that the clouds can gather more tears.

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